At the end of the day,
When all the children are tucked to sleep,
And the city will offer a second for twilight,
Someone whispers to all the ears of the world,
'All you need is love in the end, '
Some will nod off
With a smile gracing their lips,
While others will turn on their sides,
With a doubtful look and empty tears,
Love is simple,
Yet so obscure,
Love seems to come and go
In the eyes of those with desire
It flees
In the path of destruction,
But comes running back
On its aftermath
Love is the
Much missed warmth
Of the early sunrise,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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